Free Break Your Heart by Renee Matteo Page B

song.”
                  “You know what song I love?” She asked, pulling his arms tighter around her.
                  “I know, I know. “Break Your Heart.”” He replied as he took a deep breath and let out a humored laugh.
                  “Do you know why I love it?”
                  “Because I sang it to you the night we met.” He
    replied like a bored child in school.
                  She tapped her hand against his in a light slap and then smiled to herself thinking of the first night he sang to her.
    “Sing to me,” she whispered.
                  “Sing what?”
    “What do you think!”
    Grant took a deep breath before slowly and quietly
    crooning part of the lyrics into her ear.
                  She could feel his breath tickle her cheek as each word left his lips. They began to sway in unison to the melody of the song.
                  “Thank you,” she whispered.
                  “I just don’t get it, Gina.”
                  “Get what?” She held onto his arms wrapped around her trying her best to ward off the cool air.
                  “That song is about a break up.  About not wanting to be with the person you’re with.”
                  She looked up at him coyly. 
                  “I just don’t see how you think that’s, like, romantic.”
                  “It makes me think of you, of us. It takes me back to that night we met.”
                  “Okay then,” he laughed, taking note of her playful innocence.
                  She warmly and wide-eyed peered up at him.
                  In that moment, Grant lost a piece of something in his stomach as he felt her eyes burned on his. His mind traveled to thoughts of them and their future and reminded himself of how lucky he was to have her, to hold her and to be with her. He realized early on in their relationship that she, and what they had, was irreplaceable. “I love you, Gina.  I don’t want to live a day without you.” He gently rested his chin on the top of her head. 
                  “I love you too, Grant.  I don’t want to live or die without you,” she replied back in sweet sincerity.
                  “What?” He shrieked. “Gina, if you trying to be romantic you totally missed the mark.”
                  “Hey,” she said, pushing her body back into him. “My
    biggest fear is death.  I have always been afraid of it. Ever since I was a kid. But when I am with you, I feel safe.  I’m not afraid anymore. I don’t care if I die, as long as I am with you.”
                  He looked down at her with a perplexed expression across his face. “That’s disturbing.”
                  “It is not! Okay, maybe it came out wrong, but I just feel whole and safe with you.” 
                  He pulled her back into him lowering his head to the side of hers, slowly brushing his cold cheek against hers. “You’re cute, you know that?”
                  “What do you think happens after you die?”
                  “I don’t know, babe.” He pushed his cheek harder against hers. “Why don’t we jump off the bluff and find out?” He let out a low, boyish giggle and squeezed her tight.
                  “Grant!” She turned her body around pushing hard
    into him, pinning him to the ground.
                  “What! You’d be with me, you’d be safe,” he mocked,
    continuing his juvenile laugh.
                  “You’re mean,” she pouted, staring down at him.             
                  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it was too easy,” he said still laughing at the moment. He wrapped his arms around her body holding her as she lay on top